Good news, spring is neigh and...

Good news, spring is neigh

and grass is green

Leave the trees and treat flowers like a queen.

Birds whistle, singing where is loon of the wine?

The nightingale cries, who painted this flowery scene?

Fruits of Paradise are tasteless for the one

Whom the face of a lover has never seen.

Complain not of the hardships on the path

Comfort comes from enduring the obscene.

Pick a flower from the face of the bearer

Violets encircle the face of the grassy green.

The bearer has stolen my heart in a way

That even conversations I now demean.

I will burn my colorful flowery robe, which

The Tavern Master with wine could not clean.

O Fair one, spring is gone, take note I mean

This wine, Hafiz, has not had a chance to glean.